Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.

3.03.2006

it's not paranoia when they really ARE talking about you

Yanno that odd feeling you get in the subway just before the guy next to you throws up on your shoes? That odd feeling right before an editor calls to say, "yanno, we had the deal memo all banged out but I'm moving to Rabbitania and they aren't going to do Snit Lit here anymore"? Yanno?

Well, yanno, I got that feeling tonight. It might be from reading my email and the links to Something Fell

Boy, once the curling competion at the Olympics is over, these Canadians really have a lot of time on their hands to write really amazing true crime stories.

(Thanks to quite a few people who also love her site for giving me the heads up)